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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
13,861
Reviews:
87
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What Did Boy Do?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 2: What Did Boy Do?
Hot.
Hurt.
Leg, head.
Shiver.
Hot.
“Come on boy, time to come out… Quickly boy I haven’t got all day! Boy!”
Loud.
Head.
Hurt.
Hot.
“Pet. The boy won’t come out. I can’t fit it the cupboard to drag him out; be a love and help would you?”
“I’d leave him in there if I were you Vernon. You and Petunia are too kind hearted by far. If he won’t come out he obviously needs to stay in there longer.”
Light.
Noise.
Head.
Hurt.
“Come on boy or you’ll have to stay in there all day! Boy? Vernon! I think he has a fever. Help me lift him out… Gosh he’s burning… Have you got him?”
Light, hurt.
Black, dark…
“Put him on the kitchen table Vernon. It’s the bite. Look at it!”
“Serves the little blighter right I say. How many times did I tell him about Ripper? Always been a sharp dog that one. Best of the litter. Knows who not to trust I’ll tell you that!”
“Yes, I know Marge. Thank you. Why don’t you go back and finish watching that program? It was just getting to a good bit wasn’t it?”
“Vernon, what do we do? The freaks will be all over us if the brat dies. I knew we never should have agreed to this. Why couldn’t they find someone else if he’s that important?”
“What about that Figg woman? Lives on Wisteria Walk. Dumbledore said to contact her if there were any problems. Get her to come and take him away. You’re right; if he’s so important then they can bloody well deal with him themselves!”
“What about Marge?”
“I’ll take her and Dudders out to lunch. Maybe go to the zoo afterwards. You call the Figg woman and get her to take the boy. I’ll call you from a pay phone in about an hour. See if it’s all okay.”
“Yes Vernon. You are clever. Be as quick as you can with Marge. The sooner you go the sooner the freak is out of here. I’ll get Diddydums ready. The boy can stay on the table until Mrs Figg gets here.”
Where?
Hot.
Bang.
Brrrrm.
“Dratted woman won’t pick up the phone. I’m going to have to walk over there. If I have to call an ambulance there are going to be questions. So many questions. Why couldn’t those wretched freaks…”
Slam!
Hurt.
Black, dark…
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The boy lay on the table; body shaking with chills but skin burning with fever. He swam in and out of consciousness head aching and leg throbbing with searing pains each time he moved. He didn’t understand what was happening. He heard the voices and the shouting and the noise and he was scared. The boy tried to be good. The boy tried to be quiet. What did the boy do wrong? Where was teddy? Please not teddy. Please. Be good.
He tried to open his eyes. The noises had stopped. Was he back in his cupboard? Why did he hurt so much? The bright lights of the kitchen sent stabbing pains into his head. So hot. So thirsty. Boy must been bad. Boy must be punished. The boy had never hurt so much. What did boy do? The boys fingers groped feebly along the table, trying to find teddy. Boy did not cry. Boy was quiet. Boy was quiet! Where is teddy? Where is teddy? Where is… The boy drifted out again and his fingers stopped moving. A lone tear slid down his flushed cheek. The boy knew no more.
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Remus pulled Severus along behind him as he walked up the path towards Arabella’s house and rang the bell.
“Smile Sev. We’ll be half an hour. An hour tops, promise.”
Severus jerked his arm away from Remus’ tight grip and scowled as he straightened his clothes.
“I am not some nitwit prone to fatuous grinning. I. Do. Not. Smile!”
“I hate to point it out love, but I seem to remember last night when I was… Arabella! How are you? Just thought I’d drop those bits round you wanted me to get. They took ages to come through I’m afraid”
“Remus! Severus! How nice to see you both. I’m fine thank you do come in. Oh goodness that’s the phone… Mr Tibbles leave Severus alone. I know you’re not fond of cats Severus; just be firm with them… Excuse me a moment, I must answer that.”
As Severus shut the door behind them he was immediately mobbed by all four of Arabella’s cats. He tried shoving them away with his feet but it proved useless. Looking up he saw Remus hastily trying to cover his smile.
“You had better have something remarkable planned for later Remus, or so help me, being furry once a month will be the least of your worries!”
Remus took a glance down at where the cats were weaving between Severus’ black clad legs and sniggered. “Looks like you are going to be furry enough for the both of us love!”
Severus just scowled.
“I missed them. Never mind I’m sure they’ll call back.” Arabella said breathlessly as she bustled back towards them. “Come and sit in the living room. Would you like some tea or cocoa? It’s awfully chilly outside. Forecast says it might snow.” She called as she continued down the hallway.
“Tea would be perfect. Shall I come and help?” Remus offered as he followed after her.
Left alone in the porch surrounded by cats Severus fumed. Giving one of them a vicious kick and hissing at the others he swiftly swept down the corridor after Remus and Arabella.
“… seen Harry for a few weeks actually. Dudley’s been out and about but Petunia Dursley told Jennifer down the road that Harry is rather delicate and she wanted to keep him wrapped up indoors in the warm. Poor little mite. He does always seem so tiny in the clothes I’ve seen him in. Looks just like James though. Gorgeous little thing. His cousin’s a bit of a bruiser already though. Certainly takes after his dad. Big chap is V… Sorry I must get the door. Probably the postman. Muggles get letters delivered by people not owls you know…” Arabella nattered all the way down the hall to the door.
Severus rolled his eyes and prayed for patience. Remus nudged shoulders with him and turned to steal a quick kiss. Severus was just opening his mouth to berate Remus once again for his lack of propriety when they heard Arabella at the door.
“Mrs Dursley? Whatever is the matter?”
AN
Thank you to those who have reviewed so far. I really would like some con crit on how to improve if anyone has any ideas.
I hope my writing style isn’t coming across too strangely. I’m trying to get across the sights, sounds and feelings of ‘the boy’ without having to write him as an articulate and highly intelligent three going on four-year-old. He’s not going to be stupid but come on. He’s been locked in a cupboard for the past two and a bit years without any kind of stimulation or much interaction. He’s not going to be a candidate for mensa right away!
I can't promise to do this every time, you never know, I may be so flooded with reviews that there isn't enough time in the day *sniggers and crosses fingers*, but here goes.
Review Replies
Bones: Thank you. I find myself extremely nervous as I click post for each chapter. I don't know if every author feels this way but it is very nice to have positive feedback!
Sneakyfox: See above for reasons for my odd writing style. I'm glad you got the motive for it even if it does read strangely. Basically my reason for the Remus/Severus pairing was that I wanted to pair Sev with someone and I couldn't think of anyone else. I want to save Lucius for Harry just in case my muse holds out that long. Sirius is in Azkaban. Bill Weasley is too young and I don't really do het pairings in fanfiction. There will be back story later but I kinda wanted to get the Harry bit set up first. It's funny, I posted the first chapter and went to check that it was up only to find a story very similar below. Sev/Remi, adopting Harry, tattered teddy... I didn't steal my plot, honest! I have had to make some alterations though to make sure it is different enough. I hope this answers all of your questions. I have bookmarked The Other Side of the Mirror to read later. Thanks for the review. Con crit is good!
WasteOfSpace: Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I hope I live up to expectations!
Chapter 2: What Did Boy Do?
Hot.
Hurt.
Leg, head.
Shiver.
Hot.
“Come on boy, time to come out… Quickly boy I haven’t got all day! Boy!”
Loud.
Head.
Hurt.
Hot.
“Pet. The boy won’t come out. I can’t fit it the cupboard to drag him out; be a love and help would you?”
“I’d leave him in there if I were you Vernon. You and Petunia are too kind hearted by far. If he won’t come out he obviously needs to stay in there longer.”
Light.
Noise.
Head.
Hurt.
“Come on boy or you’ll have to stay in there all day! Boy? Vernon! I think he has a fever. Help me lift him out… Gosh he’s burning… Have you got him?”
Light, hurt.
Black, dark…
“Put him on the kitchen table Vernon. It’s the bite. Look at it!”
“Serves the little blighter right I say. How many times did I tell him about Ripper? Always been a sharp dog that one. Best of the litter. Knows who not to trust I’ll tell you that!”
“Yes, I know Marge. Thank you. Why don’t you go back and finish watching that program? It was just getting to a good bit wasn’t it?”
“Vernon, what do we do? The freaks will be all over us if the brat dies. I knew we never should have agreed to this. Why couldn’t they find someone else if he’s that important?”
“What about that Figg woman? Lives on Wisteria Walk. Dumbledore said to contact her if there were any problems. Get her to come and take him away. You’re right; if he’s so important then they can bloody well deal with him themselves!”
“What about Marge?”
“I’ll take her and Dudders out to lunch. Maybe go to the zoo afterwards. You call the Figg woman and get her to take the boy. I’ll call you from a pay phone in about an hour. See if it’s all okay.”
“Yes Vernon. You are clever. Be as quick as you can with Marge. The sooner you go the sooner the freak is out of here. I’ll get Diddydums ready. The boy can stay on the table until Mrs Figg gets here.”
Where?
Hot.
Bang.
Brrrrm.
“Dratted woman won’t pick up the phone. I’m going to have to walk over there. If I have to call an ambulance there are going to be questions. So many questions. Why couldn’t those wretched freaks…”
Slam!
Hurt.
Black, dark…
************************************************************************
The boy lay on the table; body shaking with chills but skin burning with fever. He swam in and out of consciousness head aching and leg throbbing with searing pains each time he moved. He didn’t understand what was happening. He heard the voices and the shouting and the noise and he was scared. The boy tried to be good. The boy tried to be quiet. What did the boy do wrong? Where was teddy? Please not teddy. Please. Be good.
He tried to open his eyes. The noises had stopped. Was he back in his cupboard? Why did he hurt so much? The bright lights of the kitchen sent stabbing pains into his head. So hot. So thirsty. Boy must been bad. Boy must be punished. The boy had never hurt so much. What did boy do? The boys fingers groped feebly along the table, trying to find teddy. Boy did not cry. Boy was quiet. Boy was quiet! Where is teddy? Where is teddy? Where is… The boy drifted out again and his fingers stopped moving. A lone tear slid down his flushed cheek. The boy knew no more.
************************************************************************
Remus pulled Severus along behind him as he walked up the path towards Arabella’s house and rang the bell.
“Smile Sev. We’ll be half an hour. An hour tops, promise.”
Severus jerked his arm away from Remus’ tight grip and scowled as he straightened his clothes.
“I am not some nitwit prone to fatuous grinning. I. Do. Not. Smile!”
“I hate to point it out love, but I seem to remember last night when I was… Arabella! How are you? Just thought I’d drop those bits round you wanted me to get. They took ages to come through I’m afraid”
“Remus! Severus! How nice to see you both. I’m fine thank you do come in. Oh goodness that’s the phone… Mr Tibbles leave Severus alone. I know you’re not fond of cats Severus; just be firm with them… Excuse me a moment, I must answer that.”
As Severus shut the door behind them he was immediately mobbed by all four of Arabella’s cats. He tried shoving them away with his feet but it proved useless. Looking up he saw Remus hastily trying to cover his smile.
“You had better have something remarkable planned for later Remus, or so help me, being furry once a month will be the least of your worries!”
Remus took a glance down at where the cats were weaving between Severus’ black clad legs and sniggered. “Looks like you are going to be furry enough for the both of us love!”
Severus just scowled.
“I missed them. Never mind I’m sure they’ll call back.” Arabella said breathlessly as she bustled back towards them. “Come and sit in the living room. Would you like some tea or cocoa? It’s awfully chilly outside. Forecast says it might snow.” She called as she continued down the hallway.
“Tea would be perfect. Shall I come and help?” Remus offered as he followed after her.
Left alone in the porch surrounded by cats Severus fumed. Giving one of them a vicious kick and hissing at the others he swiftly swept down the corridor after Remus and Arabella.
“… seen Harry for a few weeks actually. Dudley’s been out and about but Petunia Dursley told Jennifer down the road that Harry is rather delicate and she wanted to keep him wrapped up indoors in the warm. Poor little mite. He does always seem so tiny in the clothes I’ve seen him in. Looks just like James though. Gorgeous little thing. His cousin’s a bit of a bruiser already though. Certainly takes after his dad. Big chap is V… Sorry I must get the door. Probably the postman. Muggles get letters delivered by people not owls you know…” Arabella nattered all the way down the hall to the door.
Severus rolled his eyes and prayed for patience. Remus nudged shoulders with him and turned to steal a quick kiss. Severus was just opening his mouth to berate Remus once again for his lack of propriety when they heard Arabella at the door.
“Mrs Dursley? Whatever is the matter?”
AN
Thank you to those who have reviewed so far. I really would like some con crit on how to improve if anyone has any ideas.
I hope my writing style isn’t coming across too strangely. I’m trying to get across the sights, sounds and feelings of ‘the boy’ without having to write him as an articulate and highly intelligent three going on four-year-old. He’s not going to be stupid but come on. He’s been locked in a cupboard for the past two and a bit years without any kind of stimulation or much interaction. He’s not going to be a candidate for mensa right away!
I can't promise to do this every time, you never know, I may be so flooded with reviews that there isn't enough time in the day *sniggers and crosses fingers*, but here goes.
Review Replies
Bones: Thank you. I find myself extremely nervous as I click post for each chapter. I don't know if every author feels this way but it is very nice to have positive feedback!
Sneakyfox: See above for reasons for my odd writing style. I'm glad you got the motive for it even if it does read strangely. Basically my reason for the Remus/Severus pairing was that I wanted to pair Sev with someone and I couldn't think of anyone else. I want to save Lucius for Harry just in case my muse holds out that long. Sirius is in Azkaban. Bill Weasley is too young and I don't really do het pairings in fanfiction. There will be back story later but I kinda wanted to get the Harry bit set up first. It's funny, I posted the first chapter and went to check that it was up only to find a story very similar below. Sev/Remi, adopting Harry, tattered teddy... I didn't steal my plot, honest! I have had to make some alterations though to make sure it is different enough. I hope this answers all of your questions. I have bookmarked The Other Side of the Mirror to read later. Thanks for the review. Con crit is good!
WasteOfSpace: Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I hope I live up to expectations!